Tiny Touches, feel your stale air, so I suffocate, as I sink in it is it I guess it is, too lay me head aside you, take the boldness from me, your word's symbolic for me what Tiny touches you give to me, Laughter light touches of stale air, could ever feel towards me, like you know my self. Stale air that has surround me, Tiny Touches to feed off me, fear Tiny Touches thats just for me, I Fear you won't lay your head next to Me, copy right 2007 James Landry.
